One hopes to never take advantage of ones friends.
Also (in case you hadn’t noticed) I’ve been feeling rather sappy lately.
The Jade Writer Girl.
An Ode to BK
Sometimes I feel lost.
She wanders through my life,
and weaves a web throughout my thoughts
both real and make believe
two and yet also one.
Her laugh echoes across the plains of time
shifting in and out of reality,
transforming from something
hearty, jovial, ridiculous
to something else.
Something softer and fairy like.
Tinkling as only fiction can make you sound.
Sometimes I feel found.
In one world she is soft and clumsy
wise and yet naive
in need of protecting.
In the other she is feirce and strong and,
still a bit clumsy –
but she does the protecting.
In both she is bright and full of cheer.
She builds worlds of colour.
I build worlds with words – sometimes.
Sometimes I feel lucky.
I build her into another world.
Taking the known and bringing it forth
to land amongst the characters on my page.
She builds me in the other.
Taking the doubts and the fear and lighting them on fire.
Taking a breathless girl – who is
frustrating and stubborn
igniting smiles of exasperation and eye rolls
and giving me,
with all my faults,
a shoulder to lean on.
Understanding the dizzying whirl a creative mind can
the make believe her,
is delight and fun and a little bit mystic.
The real is so much more.
A scolding voice.
A teasing tone.
A boundless energy.
A rugged up night of Disney and sugar.
An eternal hug of belief.
Who never cared that I stole her name,
and made her into make believe.
who wouldn’t want to fill the world with more BK?